Merry Christmas!

Victoria’s Secret isn’t the only one who can have a pink Christmas . . .

Home, Home, on the range . . . where the deer and the antelope play . . . Where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . and Danielle wears her PJs all day.

I felt like I should at least say something since I am home and have all this FREE time now. No work, no stress, no chores . . . No wait I take that back. Plenty of chores!

I know this is a bit random but I am quite enjoying the news here. I never watch Seattle news . . . heavy and depressing . . . Montana news on the other hand . . . hmmmm. Dad’s pouting cuz we made him turn it off. Too much noise in this house with Mom’s weezing, Dad’s well you know . . . and Brian’s hmmm, yeah that is pretty self explanitory too. I myself am very well behaved and quiet, so reformed. Dad will be off to bed soon on the claim that no one loves him . . . the best response is just ‘ummm hmmm’ or a nod and smile. Mom is talking to ‘Cheeto’ dog (the name Miguel loves to call her according to Mom) and calling B and I Mac and Mill (Brian and I are on our Mac’s on the same couch side by side). She thought her Jack and Jill joke was pretty funny (laughing to herself the whole way) . . . B and I both just looked up . . . can I get a ‘hmmm’. Dad is dependent on claiming that Mom’s scarf making mania will not wear on him, he wont be joining the ‘Cool Kid’s Club’ this year. In fact have you heard that skirt length is directly correlated with the Stock Market. Interesting. Yes, it’s true, Long skirts mean bad market . . . Mini, good . . . Micro Mini, FABULOUS! Daddyo’s claim but not his exact words.

This family has serious issues. We all talk to ourselves when we are doing daily tasks. In fact we even talk to ourselves when we are laying around. Four conversations in one room, none of them are making sense to me . . . here is what I hear “‘Chatanooga, Who are you? That would be spooky. Ha Ha!” Maybe my hearing is gone . . . or my brain or . . . gosh I don’t know . . . no wait!!! I am just giddy cuz I get to unwrap a pile of Christmas presents in 4 days.

Life on the farm . . . man this place is full of crazies.

And, no, Mom, Brian does NOT look like a Hutterite.

I am having the Hollywood Blues . . . I am on my 1/2 hour lunch break . . . I just managed to stuff my face full of lasanga, AND two chocolate candies in less then 8 minutes. I have 5 minutes to waste with my entry here then I will throw on my scarf and coat and jog back to work for another 3 and 1/2 hours of boredom torchure. It is really slow today so the most fun my coworker and I are having today is Tarzan (one of both of our favorites). At least we have time to sing along and pop down and watch without interuption. Yes, that’s right I get paid to watch G movies and occasionally greet guests with my plastic smile. Ever had bad indegestion from rushing your food then working out 5 minutes after eating . . . yeah . . . I know what it’s like. I know Michelle would understand, simply because she gets my system and how it reacts to food. :)

Despite my blues I am preparing to go home to visit the fam and even check out Michelle and Cam’s new place in Kalispell. I am quite excited to see her again and get a little girl time. I am totally excited to see Mom and Dad too. Brian and I have been preparing presents and frantically wrapping before we take our 8 hour trip on Monday morning. :) Just 2 more days of working the Hollywood strip. Wish me luck cuz I had my interview with ‘The Bank’ yesterday. Should hear from them in the next couple of days. :)

Time to rush back! Bye!

I have a job interview with Bank of America next week!!!! YEHAW!

I am thankful for my job at Hollywood . . . it has been of some assistance on my bills, and really for the most part it has been enjoyable. Despite an overly crabby supervisor I have managed to drag myself in every day now.

My insanity peaked last month, around the same time that I started renting 9 to 5 and Office Space as a way to escape and find supreme enertainment. (You have no idea). I am thrilled to think the trendy professional clothes in the back of my closet will be moving to the front again and that the oh so yucky, but not as gaggy as my last job’s, uniform will be headed not just to the back, but to the dump. :)

Well, go download 9 to 5 by Dolly and feel the release!!! This song is my new upper! It always does the trick. Thought I better play it one last time before I escape Hollywood.

Jump on outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen, Pour myself a cup of ambition, And yawn and stretch and try to come to life, Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin’, Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin’, With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin’ 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin’ Barely gettin’ by, it’s all takin’ and no givin’, They just use your mind and they never give you credit, It’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it.

9 to 5, for service and devotion, You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion Want to move ahead but the boss won’t seem to let me, I swear sometimes that man is out to get me!

They let you dream just to watch ‘em shatter, You’re just a step on the boss-man’s ladder, But you got dreams he’ll never take away, On the same boat with a lotta your friends, Waitin’ for the day your ship’ll come in and, the tide’s gonna turn and it’s all gonna roll your way

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you, There’s a better life, And you think that I would daunt you, It’s a rich man’s game, No matter what they call it, And you spend your life Going funny if you want it

9 to 5, they got me where they want me. There’s a better life . . .

Ta Ta!